Nothing, nor no one makes me better.
, yet.
That's the key; just because nothing has helped so far, doesn't mean that nothing will help.
I know it doesn't seem that way, when you're in it. And I know this because I've been exactly where you are.
For me it took one more med added to my sleep mix.
An increase in my daytime antidepressant.
An improved diet.
Exercise.
Study; something that gives me a feeling of purpose.
Continued therapy.
And here I am now, pretty much one year on from my suicide attempt, now no longer having a depression diagnosis.
Back then it all felt so hopeless. Even after my attempt it felt pretty hopeless for a long time.
I wonder if I'd have wanted to stop trying back then had I know that it would only take a few small changes in different areas of my life to go from suicidal to not-depressed within less than a year. I'm not sure. But I do know that I'm damn glad that I kept trying after I got my second chance, else I'd never have known what it felt like to feel happiness again, or even just feelings of content.
It really really is possible.
